All this talk about car smashing & pie-throwing is again reminding me of a simple moment I had one day in the basement of my father’s drugstore. I must’ve been pricing some new inventory? Anyway, one of the jars of jam happened to break, & suddenly I found myself squishing it’s jammy, berry goodness all over & amidst my hands/fingers. I was cracking myself up, & just let myself relish & indulge in the sweet moment. I’m so not a colonialist!